Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Dusted off my broom.
Flying in to say hello after a long time.
A daring fluctuation from my rut.
In answer to a longing in my gut.

It seems as if my job has killed my creativity, my energy.
Oh there are other things too, need I say what.
How does one not live in fear of saying anything? It seems everywhere, near and far is dangerous beyond my savvy.....

But I wish you all a happy howlaween!
Smoochies!
Hest

is it true you can be arrested for saying 'witch' aloud?
if so, don't, hest. i'll understand.

but boo to you, too.
let's keep it in mime

(insert smiley here)

boo,
happy whatever to you
too!!

nice to hear about you, hester!!
saludos,

Arcadia

YIKES!

Ya scared me!

Witchya do witchyer time
is similar to witch eye do wit mine.
So glad to see yer ghost reappear!
Hester, dear!



Have been meaning to send ya a note to yer email nook.
Got time to find some verse for our book?
Hmmmm?

Love ya

(Tell us about the "other things," OK?
I could use a little foray into your life.)

hester prynne, where have you been?

" I been down so long.....down don't bother me....."

Heh. Now that's a great blues riff eh?

Where have I been? Where have we all been? Where am I now? Where are we all now?

Most recently, I was in bed. Up until about an hour ago, at which point I got up and slogged into the kitchen to make some coffee....which I am still drinking.

Everything else, yesterday, the day before, is mostly a blur.

In a recurrent blur, that's where I am.! Hammered down to a squirming amoeba, watching with mostly squinted eyes, the demise of everything.
Fighting on a daily basis, a chronic nauseation.

The cure has been heavy silence, mindless survival diligence. The old tune out has been my saving grace. I am numb, because I am not dumb.

No matter how useless it may be, I am looking forward to voting.

So tell me, where are you?
H

Up in Sea-town... and the rain's a-comin' down in sheets...

Yeah, gotta vote, I suppose. Politics.... bah!

Good to see ya around again, hes....